What is it that you're trying to tell me?
I've been reading in between the lines
And still, you say that's too broad.
"Look for the picture within the picture,"
You whisper.
So I take a look at the Details In the Fabric,
Staring intently at your well constructed garments,
And still I'm blinded.
Unable to see what intentions you have for us.
Is there an us,
Or simply you and I?
I can tell you enjoy being chased,
But can't you hear me panting and shuffling along?
Visibly exhausted, tired of this adolescent game.
Tempted to walk away..
But you,
You know what you're doing.
Twisting and tangling me around your finger,
While these Pretty Winged insects
Flutter around in my stomach and lift me into this,
Your Wonderland.
